The Real Thing
Part 1 & 2
- by Ronsa (as found in a newsgroup)
INTRODUCTION...
Well I have surfed the net and I have looked at the pictures. I have browsed the newsgroups and found this one. I have read all of your offerings and a great deal of them are very very good. I mean by this that I found that many of the stories have a fine content which I did not expect. My only regret is that in most cases it can be seen that they are fantasy. Now there is nothing wrong with fantasy but the real thing is always better. Am I right or not?
My teenage years were filled with the bondage dreams that I have seen played out in this newsgroup's offerings. I read the books and marvelled at the bondage art from such as 'Bishop' and 'Dolcett'. The great difference now is that at age forty two years I have had a 'hands on' link with the very real business of Bondage.
After a night of deep thought I have decided that I will today sit down and at least begin to try and narrate to you a factual bondage tale. I have to begin by giving an outline of my raison d`être. Now my English teacher never gave me any merit marks for my work so you will have to take my offering in the spirit it is given and gloss over any glaring errors of language usage. I will tell it like it is.
I am Dan Durrell. I was born in Manchester, England, and educated up to age fifteen. I think I was always a bondage freak and can remember that my earliest encounter with the genre was at age ten, watching a black and white movie called The Man in The Iron Mask. I stayed and watched it three times. To get into the meat of my story I will need to gloss over a great deal of my life and how I got to be what I am. Suffice to say that I travelled the world with the help of The Army and learnt a great deal of what makes our globe turn smoothly. I learnt that to make money you had to know a way of taking it from those who have it to spend. I never found a rich man or woman that didn't want to buy something and I have never found anything that money could not buy.
If you have not already worked it out, I am for all intent and purpose a Slaver. Please remember that there are many forms of slavery. I head a group of five and we spend our working time in acquiring and preparing certain of our fellow humans to fulfil a role of total subjugation to certain other fellow humans. Our product can be of either sex but is mostly female, probably because the majority of those who can afford our wares are male and sexual needs play a great part in our business. It would be most unusual for us to acquire a subject and pass her/him on to a buyer without first they stay with us some time. Besides mental preparation for their new lives there is often a need for us to physically prepare our charges.
CHAPTER 1...
In this chapter I will set the scene and introduce the players. I will also try to carry you with me as I recall one of the more interesting, to me, moments in our work. As you might expect the scene is our base in Europe. Our workshop is a fortified castle which at first glance might appear to have survived from the middle ages but is in fact only some fifty years old and therefore it is internally quite modern. The castle sits almost at the top of a quite steep rise and lies five miles from the nearest village. It's security is maintained by a very modern camera and computer controlled system.
Our group consists of myself, my second in command John, our medico Maria, and the strength of the team, twin sisters Tina and Paula. John is like me, a bondage freak happy to let me handle the business side of our arrangement. Maria was a medical student forced to drop out of school after a clandestine affair with one of her teachers. Tina and Paula joined us after I was able to get them out of a rather dangerous predicament in the Middle East. A rich Arab had made a pass at them during a holiday and they had responded by using their professional wrestling skills to cause him very great discomfort. He had paid to have them killed, but a customer of ours had intervened and I was able to smuggle them out of the country.
Nowadays all our business comes from our many previously satisfied customers or by their recommending us to others. I will relate you now the outcome of one such recommendation. The commission came from a Chinese businessman Mr Lau, who owned and ran his own fifty mile square island off the Malayan mainland. We were asked to acquire and prepare to his many specifications an eighteen year old Asian girl. Mr Lau had met this girl in England and had a crush on her. She was the daughter of a Doctor and it was to Him that Mr Lau first made his feelings known. The girl's father had told the Chinaman that he did not agree with arranged marriages and that Mr Lau must put his desires directly to the girl. Now Mr Lau was fifty, fat and balding but he was a millionaire and he thought he stood a chance. He offered himself to the girl who instead of a politely turning her suitor down, laughed in his face called him some nasty names. So it was that our group travelled to England.
We maintain a house near Dover, England, which we use as base for our English forays. We spent two months there planning the abduction of the Girl called Gita. Maria, Tina, Paula and myself approached her home at 4 a.m. on a night when we knew her parents would be absent. We expected to be in and out of her bedroom in under two minutes, but for the first time ever our plan was flawed. Instead of one sleeping eighteen year old, we opened the door on two sisters having a quiet conversation on the bed. We could not risk leaving a witness to our actions and so Maria gave two injections that night and our transport to Dover carried one extra passenger.
Mahda was Gita's nineteen year old sister. As we stripped the unconscious pair for inspection, prior to shipment, I could not help but notice how the two girls differed. Gita was still a girl whose body had yet to mature. In contrast her sister was a taller, beautifully boned young woman. Perhaps Mr Lau had made the wrong choice. Maria ran a well honed hand and eye over both the girls and pronounced them fit to travel. John went off to prepare a second travelling case for our unexpected guest, whilst Tina and Paula opened up Gita's packaging. These cases were to my own design and consisted of a well constructed wooden box into which was built a padded seat. Gita was placed still out cold into her seat and secured in place rigidly at the waist, ankles, wrists and neck by adjustable padded wooden bars which were slotted, and then screwed into place. We now employed an idea of John's that would ensure our cargo would have no contact with the outside world during her travels. Maria fed a breathing tube through the girls nose and into her airway. A polythene hood was placed over the girls head and the open end of the tube was passed through it. I placed what resembled a spacemans helmet over her head and attached it to the wooden structure securing her neck. The breathing tube was passed through a hole in the front of the helmet and another tube was fixed to a nozzle on the top. Through this upper tube we pumped a fluid polymer resin which expanded to fill the helmet. It set in seconds, sealing her head completely. The front and top of the crate were screwed down and the whole process was repeated on the sister. Our freight was ready for shipping. After we had handed over our two pieces of cargo to our agent we five returned to our base by the next ferry. We would spend just one evening relaxing before our packages were delivered. After that we would need to have at least one member of our group caring for our raw material 24 hours a day. I spent some time on the phone to a valued customer Sheikh Ben Akran in Saudi Arabia. Besides maintaining a thriving harem our friend also ran a very special stable of ponies. As soon as I had laid eyes on the lithe 19 year old Mahda I had thought of our Sheikh. "And you say she has a dusky skin" he said after I had told him of our unexpected prize. "You have always chosen well for me my friend Dan" he went on, "I will of course trust to your judgement. Let me have her details when you know them and I will send over what you need".
CHAPTER2...
The next day dawned on a cloudless April morning. We all busied ourselves around the Castle getting things ready for our new arrivals. At just after 11 a.m. our agent's truck pulled up at the gates and the driver announced his arrival on the phone link. By 1130 a.m. both crates had been unloaded and manhandled to our main work area. We removed the fronts of both crates first and found Gita still unconscious. Mahda on the other hand showed that she was now fully awake by the frantic movement of fingers and toes within her mobile prison. We prefer to transfer our stock from transit container to workshop without having to contend with their fearful struggles. To this end both girls were given a second smaller shot of knock-out juice by Maria.
As Gita was still out cold she was an obvious starting point. The helmet mould covering her head was removed in two sections to reveal the spherical polystyrene ball. It was only a moment's work using both hands to break this ball apart and clear away the pieces. The inner hood came off next, it's only purpose had been to protect Gita's hair and skin from the polymer as it set. The breathing tube remained in place. In the mean time Tina and Paula had unscrewed the wooden batons holding Gita to her seat.
By now Mahda was again unconscious and Tina and Paula moved across to uncrate her. John and I lifted Gita from the crate and carried her to one of our specially adapted Dentist's chairs. Leather straps had been fitted to this chair and it took only moments to secure Gita by wrist, ankle, and waist. John first busied himself at the top end of the chair examining Gita's mouth. It was my task to clean as much area of the girl's skin as was possible with wipes soaked in an antiseptic solution. I started with her breasts and worked down to her vagina as this was to be our starting point. Maria went to a drawer in one of the many desks and cabinets lining the workshop walls. She returned carrying a stainless steel dish covered by a white cloth. She drew a chair close up to Gita's seat and put the dish onto a small stand fixed to it. The cover of the dish was removed to reveal a modern piercing gun and a collection of the special studs it used. I swabbed for Maria as she made two rows of six piercings in the outer labial lips of our subject. These were followed by single piercings to each nipple of her budding young breasts.
John meanwhile had finished his examination and was busy at a worktable. He returned carrying two rubber balloons, a small hand pump, and a dish full of freshly mixed plaster. He filled the pump from the dish and pumped a measured amount of plaster into one balloon. He then inserted this balloon into Gita's mouth and deftly laid it onto her lower palette. He then laid the girls tongue on top of the balloon and pumped the remaining contents of the dish into the second balloon. He inserted this one into her mouth and when he judged the position was as wanted he gently closed the girl's jaw fully, forcing excess plaster from the necks of the balloons. John held her jaw shut, checking his watch as I cleaned the excess plaster from Gita's face. The plaster set quite quickly and John was soon hurrying to a corner of the workshop peeling the now unwanted balloons from his plaster casts. I left Maria to continue her piercings whilst I followed John to watch him work.
Now Mr Lau, had not only been spurned by the girl he desired so much, but also grievously insulted. He had decided that although he still wanted her for his own he had no wish to hear her voice again, at least not for the foreseeable future. We have used many methods of the years to render our subjects silent. This was a new idea thought up by John and agreed with Mr Lau. I was therefore leaving it to John to complete for the first time. I watched as he used a small knife and a further small mix of plaster to correct imperfections and reshape areas of the casts. I left him as he began to coat both pieces with a shellac varnish. I returned to Gita's side in time to see Maria put away the piercing gun. I noted that both earlobes sported stainless steel studs as did both sides of her nose and also its septum. I was unable to see the two studs which I knew now pierced the girls tongue for she now wore a leather strap circling her head from crown to chin holding her jaw closed. Using dental tools Maria now drilled small holes through the girls two upper and two lower front teeth. She was following a drawing provided by John. Changing tool heads she also ground away a portion of each of these four teeth where they met front and centre. I left her to her task and crossed the workshop to see how the twins were getting on with the older sister.
I found Mahda lying face up on a white topped work table. Tina had just finished cleaning her off with antiseptic. Paula was busy taking measurements of the girl and entering the resulting figures into a book. I was again struck by the girls beauty. After completing the measuring Paula opened a cupboard in the side of the workbench and withdrew a box full of leather straps. I watched as the twins built these various sized belts into a complex harness and fitted it to Mahda's body. They started with a five inch wide padded collar, and once this was fixed around her neck, a two inch wide strap was buckled to it and passed down her front. An eight inch wide belt next encompassed her waist and was attached to the longitudinal front strap. A similar strap was attached to collar and belt at her back. A narrower strap was passed from the belt at the front, between her legs and cinched up tight to the rear of the belt. The twins next added a head harness built up of six three quarter inch wide straps attached at the crown to a metal ring. All six straps were fixed to a wider one which passed around the girls head below her ears. Fixed to this strap was a ball of hard leather which was forced into Mahda's mouth. The head harness was then attached by four straps to the wide collar. Four cuffs fitted to wrists and ankles completed the ensemble. The harness was fitted at various places with metal clips, rings, and buckles. Tina used a few of these to firstly join the ankle cuffs together and then fix the wrists cuffs to the front of the waist belt Paula handed me the book of measurements and then helped Tina to lift the unconscious girl from the bench and carry her to one of the four small barred cells at one end of the workshop. These cells are suitable only for short holding purposes. They are only four foot square with a stone floor. They have no furniture and the only respite from the cold floor is a small straw mattress. We have better appointed accommodation for our charges in the cellars of the building but these are rarely used. I watched Mahda being secured for the time being and then went off to phone her vital statistics to Ben Akran . It was by now time for us to have a belated lunch break and the others joined me soon after, leaving only Tina to watch over things in our absence.
Author: Ronsa
Date: 1998/06/11